Thirtieth Day Of July – 2019.
The first phase of morning in hazy smog birthed,
Borrowing time from the revolving universe once more,
Narrow hearts slept like logs of woods in the river floating,
My heart slept not as love filled in remembering her angry eyes.
The blazing midwest sun reminded me of her angry heart,
I hope and pray her anger brewed and brewed and became,
The essence of her love that brings to the language of my heart,
Every day or night to gather the beat of my heart for her feel my love.
Such are the verses the pulse of my heart into my veins write,
Oh’, then they became part of my blood and to every corner spread,
The material of me then from my soul takes the light of love God gave,
The love that grew with me from birth till the day I met Little Boss.
Oh’, there was a time when to my conscience I said,
“There is nothing more I can lose for I love none.”,
Then you became my dream, and that dream I translate,
Into verse of which the essence you read and smile.
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